Prose poem in memory of martyrs 1 On the edge of life.
Once upon a time, there was such a group of people.
Silently, without asking for anything in return.
Despite the blood, the sky has learned to cry.
Time goes by, but it can't wash away the grievances of life.
On the edge of life, they chose to bear it.
Quietly, there is no more melancholy in my heart.
Just clinging to support the little body.
In this world full of intrigue,
It's just, thoughtful.
Sincere voice, haunting everyone,
Worth remembering and praising.
So far,
The distance between us and them is still thousands of miles away.
Their spirit,
Only the heart can understand,
Cherish it.
Essays and poems in memory of martyrs 2 prison songs
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed out of was open,
A voice shouted:
Climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom,
But I deeply know that,
How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day the underground fire can burn me into this living coffin.
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
Prose and poetry in memory of martyrs. I'm standing on the cable bridge.
I stood on the iron cable bridge,
The bridge is rocking gently.
Clouds floating over Erlang Mountain,
At the foot is the white waves of the Dadu River.
The heroic Red Army,
It's hard to live here,
Hold high the red flag and face the fire.
Warriors,
Climb up the chain,
Braving the dense hail,
Broke through the enemy's barrage!
Ah! The buildings that fought fiercely in those days,
Now it is a classroom for children;
The warrior spilled the blood donation place,
Pears are blooming all over the tree.
People are holding beautiful flowers,
Gently, gently sprinkled on this heroic land.
I stood on the iron cable bridge,
The tide is surging.
Clouds floating over Erlang Mountain,
White waves rolled at the foot of Dadu River.
Ah! In this land of heroes,
I want to sing loudly!
Prose and Poetry of Remembering the Martyrs 4 Remembering Tomb-Sweeping Day and Feeling Life.
In March, everything revived and the spring was full.
March, the most desirable day.
People will never forget to sweep graves and never forget revolutionary martyrs.
See the deeds of martyrs, learn the spirit of martyrs, and embark on a red journey.
Do you see it? Listen. Do you feel it?
The heroic spirit of revolutionary martyrs and the hard-won good life today!
In front of the Martyrs Cemetery, I stood and took a photo.
At this moment, my heart is surging,
Can we follow in the footsteps of martyrs?
Can we raise the red flag?
A passionate, an exciting,
An idea, a question.
When I was in kindergarten,
I learned about Luo Shiwen and Che Yaoxian from my parents and teachers.
* * * The producer is indomitable in the face of the enemy's butcher's knife.
Deeply rooted in my young mind.
I met radish head in primary school.
He is as old as us,
What I did was so heroic.
I also read about revolutionary ancestors in books.
For the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation and the future of the motherland,
Wave upon wave, heroic struggle, epic.
Today, in front of the radish head sculpture,
I can still feel his heroism when he was young,
What is he thinking calmly?
Does he feel childish?
I read eight opinions repeatedly in prison,
It seems to see the bright red blood of the martyrs.
At the expense of personal interests and life,
Can we be like martyrs without regrets?
Now, in the process of modernization,
How do we realize the martyr's legacy?
In the face of martyrs, I think,
As an ordinary party member,
We should raise the banner of national rejuvenation!
Comfort the martyrs,
We are experiencing new feats!
It is difficult to create hurricanes and rain.
Write a new song on the road to reform!
We use our lives,
Write a wonderful life like a martyr,
The strength of the motherland depends on ourselves!
Review of 500 Years of Prose Poems in Memory of Martyrs
Looking back on a hundred years, a long time,
Old China, bullied by foreign powers,
Sovereignty is lost, mountains and rivers are broken, and lives are ruined.
Facing the Chinese nation-
The greatest shame and danger in life,
How many people with lofty ideals are there?
Generous elegy, wave after wave,
Fight bloody battles at the forefront of the revolution.
They kept China away from the sick man of East Asia.
Resolutely came out
They have rewritten the Chinese nation.
A hundred years of tragic history
They shed their heads and blood.
Fighting bloody battles in the majestic drums.
Made for the Chinese nation.
Brilliant victory.
The beautiful reality is a revolutionary martyr.
The realm I look forward to and fight for.
Revolution of blood and fire
With the full development of today's construction.
Complement each other and blend into one.
Spring scenery of the earth
Became countless martyrs
Blood and life.
No one said,
Give him a fulcrum,
Can he move the earth?
Then, with patriotism and dedication,
Our great revolutionary martyr,
You can use the sun and the moon to make drums.
The Milky Way is a string,
Play all-round life!
We won't forget,
Never forget,
After countless frenzied massacres,
The Chinese nation, which has suffered great disasters,
Hold your head high,
A strong spine,
A pair of Himalayan shoulders,
A blood vessel of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
Yesterday,
We used to,
A civilization that has supported 5 thousand years,
Hold up the Great Wall and the Forbidden City;
today，
We must use1300 million pairs of arms,
Hold up the sun tomorrow,
Hold up the moon, Venus and Mars.
Every corner of the universe
Rockets, satellites and man-made spacecraft ...
Poetry 6 "A Poem" in memory of martyrs
The enemy can only cut off our heads,
Never shake our faith!
Because of the creed we believe in,
Is the truth of the universe!
Sacrifice for capitalism,
Bleeding for the Soviet Union,
This is what we are very willing to do!
My confession, a prose poem in memory of martyrs.
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my party member native confession.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
Poetry 8, the essay "Being in Prison" in memory of the martyrs
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
We were born rebels,
We have to turn this upside-down Gankun around!
We are going to knock this unreasonable thing over!
Today, we went to the prison.
What's so rare about going to jail?
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
Prose poem 9 "Let the Dead Die" in memory of martyrs
Let the dead die!
Their blood did not flow in vain,
They were lying on the road smiling,
As if also sincerely nodded to us.
Their blood was mapped,
How many rural areas have been dyed red, Chengtou.
They died with honor,
We can't shed tears on them.
The enemy is aiming,
Don't put your hands up!
Let the dead die!
Their blood did not flow in vain,
Let's not be sad or sigh,
The long journey lies ahead.
Go ahead,
Don't leak the news in the struggle,
They did their duty,
We still need to be energetic.
Prose Poetry in Memory of Martyrs 10 "Anti-Japanese Heroes"
You are studying hard,
You work hard,
You're in business,
Originally, you struggled to farm.
But when the war broke out at home,
You immediately became soldiers,
In order to save the motherland in danger,
Raise your broadsword and charge the Japanese invaders!
Aren't you afraid of death?
Why are you still shivering in blood red?
Don't you want a home?
Why are you still talking about your mother's death?
But I'm trembling and singing,
Beat the japs around.
No matter how hard steel is, it can't compare with will.
You will be angry when you die!
Who asked how many loyal people there are in Castle Peak?
Look at the vigorous bamboo and pine trees on the slope.
Who asked how much the green water leaked?
Look at the whole river surging.
Work like study.
Agriculture is a business,
The difference is that we are still alive,
Immortals are heroes of the Anti-Japanese War!